Today was the sixtieth birthday of the
Ghost Writer so now he is well and truly old; well he is compared with me, the
young eccentric of cyberspace. To
celebrate we are off to a hen night which sounds a bit odd as this is not
normal, however all will become clear over the next few days or so (or possibly
not). However there is one technical hitch to the hen night and that is the
bride on hearing that we are both turning up said O GOD NO and has locked
herself in the toilet for the night. So now it is a henless night, neither of
us have been to a henless night either.
Mr Kris got the Ghost Writer a Robot that
can tell the time, which is useful as time is all over the place at present.
And Miss Fionaski the Famous Russian Spy gave the Ghost Writer bacon soap, he
was dead pleased at first until he tried to eat it and then he started to foam
at the mouth and run about waving his arms about like an IDIOT. Hardly a dignified way for a chap who is
sixty to behave first thing in the morning, even if he is away with the
fairies.
I decided to give the
Ghost Writer a rare Suburban Grass Lizard which was thought to be extinct until
one was found a year or two ago in suburbia and kept at the London Zoo, well it
was until it escaped and was never seen again. Luckily I know a man who knows a
man who said he had one, apparently he was expecting a parrot but things
happened. Anyway the Suburban Grass Lizard is very placid well it was until it
saw someone foaming at the mouth and flapping their arms about like a seagull
(one of its favourite foods). And then
when it got a strong smell of bacon (another of its favourite foods) it was
more that it could resist and so it sort of chewed a bit of the Ghost Writers
leg.
The Ghost Writer sulked
then but that is part of being old, although he got the old strimmer to work first
time so Well Impressive.
OK I am off now we have a
Henless Night to go too…….
Oooooooo yes Google sort
of made an error and I have nicked the Ghost Writers birthday in cyberspace but
he does not know yet. . . . . .HAH HAHHAHAHH HAH HAhha ha hah hah hah ahhah ah
hha ha ha ha ha ha . . . . . . I think . . . . AH DAMN.
MANY HAPPY RETURNS to the Ghost Writer. I hear that 60 is the new 40 and 40 is the new 25 so I guess this means the Ghost Writer can tell everyone he is still 25 and get away with it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the HENless night - at least you won't end up with EGG on your face! hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I will pass on the message Mr H, as it turned out it was a good night and everyone enjoyed themselves. Even the Ghost Writer just about passed himself off as a young bride to be . . . . OK that is a lie he just told folk he was and they agreed to humour him, thinking he was a mad bloke....
DeleteHappy birthday Ghost Writer! I hope the hens didn't peck too much. Also, that grass lizard looks brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThe Ghost Writer says Hello..... And the Grass Lizard says absolutely nothing . . . . . . .too much grass . . .HAH HAHAH HHAH HAH AH Hah ha hh hh hh ah hah hh a
DeleteHappy Birthday to the Ghost Writer! I hope you had a great henless night, it sounds pretty fun to me.
ReplyDeleteAs it happens Miss Laura the Ghost Writer says that you are the voice of sanity on this blog. And it was a good night. . . .
DeleteI would also say happy birthday to the ghost writer, but you would see right through that.
ReplyDeleteI shall vanish now..............................